FFF Take Ten (Part One)
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dracoqueen22a/n: Greetings everyone! Here are three of the eight requested fics! Please enjoy! And bewarned, these have not been edited.
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mandalee1013
Prompt: Malcolm, Gale, and Ione – voyeur and bath
Malcolm, Gale and Ione are characters from my original fantasy Infinity's End. Warnings here for nudity, slash, hints of threesome, NSFW
Forazardarkstar
Prompt: Shinji and the Buyer's Remorse hit list
Shinji and Kisuke are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. There is a spoiler here for the last chapter of Buyer's Remorse. Warning for bad language.
Foranimelover1993
Prompt: EthanxJaiden, fluff/smut
Ethan and Jaiden are characters from my general fic Synesthesia. Warnings here for slash, smut, and some language. NSFW.
a/n: There are five more flash fics to come. I hope you enjoyed these three!
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mandalee1013 Prompt: Malcolm, Gale, and Ione – voyeur and bath
Malcolm, Gale and Ione are characters from my original fantasy Infinity's End. Warnings here for nudity, slash, hints of threesome, NSFW
Humming under her breath, a towel slung over her shoulder, Ione reaches up and pulls her hair into a high, messy bun on top of her head, the better to keep it from getting wet. She probably should wash it, too, but it's such a pain to dry and she doesn't want to take the time to bother with it now.
Maybe later.
Grinning, Ione puts an extra clip in her step. She's meeting both her men at the baths, this late at night so as not to be disturbed by any other visitors, and she plans on beating them both to the punch so she can surprise them. Ione licks her lips at the thought and rounds the corner, the door to the hot springs coming into view.
A spring in her step, Ione opens the door and steps inside, quietly closing it behind her. She strips out of her clothes and wraps her towel around her waist in the outer room before approaching the door to the inner room. This door, however, is cracked open, as though someone is bathing inside.
Ione frowns. All that careful planning for naught! She moves to the door, peers through the crack to see if maybe she might be interrupting someone else's plans for some bathtime fun, and that's when her mouth widens into an even bigger grin. Those boys!
Leaning against the wall, Ione pushes the door further open so she can better see, and watches for a minute. Just because she can and it's such a pretty picture, how can she not?
Somehow, Gale and Malcolm have beaten her to the punch. Both of them are in the water, completely nude, and Malcolm has Gale backed against the edge of the spring. There's a lovely blush spreading across the bridge of Gale's nose as Malcolm's arms have him trapped, a sly, teasing curve to Malcolm's lips.
As Ione watches, Malcolm leans forward, closing the distance between them, and nudges into the crook of Gale's neck and shoulder. Ione licks her lips, knowing good and well how talented Malcolm is, how he knows to tease with just his mouth. Gale's got his hands on the edge of the tub and Ione can see his grip tightening, can see the way his chest rises and falls, breath hitching.
It all makes her belly tighten, makes her grow wet between the legs.
She's more than eager to join them. Grinning, Ione steps through the crack in the door and shuts it quietly behind her, still watching as Malcolm's lips trail the sensitive curve of Gale's neck and ear. Gale shivers, and neither of them even notice as she approaches the the edge of the spring.
They finally look once her towel audibly slides to the floor. “Starting without me, boys?”
Maybe later.
Grinning, Ione puts an extra clip in her step. She's meeting both her men at the baths, this late at night so as not to be disturbed by any other visitors, and she plans on beating them both to the punch so she can surprise them. Ione licks her lips at the thought and rounds the corner, the door to the hot springs coming into view.
A spring in her step, Ione opens the door and steps inside, quietly closing it behind her. She strips out of her clothes and wraps her towel around her waist in the outer room before approaching the door to the inner room. This door, however, is cracked open, as though someone is bathing inside.
Ione frowns. All that careful planning for naught! She moves to the door, peers through the crack to see if maybe she might be interrupting someone else's plans for some bathtime fun, and that's when her mouth widens into an even bigger grin. Those boys!
Leaning against the wall, Ione pushes the door further open so she can better see, and watches for a minute. Just because she can and it's such a pretty picture, how can she not?
Somehow, Gale and Malcolm have beaten her to the punch. Both of them are in the water, completely nude, and Malcolm has Gale backed against the edge of the spring. There's a lovely blush spreading across the bridge of Gale's nose as Malcolm's arms have him trapped, a sly, teasing curve to Malcolm's lips.
As Ione watches, Malcolm leans forward, closing the distance between them, and nudges into the crook of Gale's neck and shoulder. Ione licks her lips, knowing good and well how talented Malcolm is, how he knows to tease with just his mouth. Gale's got his hands on the edge of the tub and Ione can see his grip tightening, can see the way his chest rises and falls, breath hitching.
It all makes her belly tighten, makes her grow wet between the legs.
She's more than eager to join them. Grinning, Ione steps through the crack in the door and shuts it quietly behind her, still watching as Malcolm's lips trail the sensitive curve of Gale's neck and ear. Gale shivers, and neither of them even notice as she approaches the the edge of the spring.
They finally look once her towel audibly slides to the floor. “Starting without me, boys?”
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azardarkstar Prompt: Shinji and the Buyer's Remorse hit list
Shinji and Kisuke are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. There is a spoiler here for the last chapter of Buyer's Remorse. Warning for bad language.
Shinji toys with his empty sake cup. “Hey, Kisuke...?” The other blond makes a noise that could be construed as an invitation to continue and so Shinji does. “Remember those scars on your thighs?”
The shopkeeper's brow twitches as he snorts. “How could I forget?” Kisuke says snidely, taking a long sip of his own sake. “What about them?”
Shinji pushes his cup toward Kisuke, who obliges him by filling it. “I know you're up to date on Seireitei's current events.”
“And things here in the Living World, too, so if you're referring to the incidents, yes I know of them, and no, I can't say I'm surprised,” Kisuke says, and there's a dark bitterness in his voice. “Is that what you wanted? My opinion?”
Shaking his head, Shinji drinks his sake, relishes in the bite of it, and wishes they had something even stronger. Nothing has been able to chase away the sour truth. “No. I found somethin' and I'm thinkin' ya should know about it.”
Kisuke's eyes narrow. “What kind of something?”
“Somethin' like a list,” Shinji says, and his stomach does that twist-turn nausea thing again. His face contorts with disgust. “A list with my name on it. Yer name on it. Other names on it.”
A cold silence that sweeps the room. “A list,” Kisuke repeats flatly. “What kind of list?”
Shinji gulps down his sake and pushes his cup for more, no hesitation from Kisuke in filling it. “As near as I can figure, some kinda hit list.”
He looks at Kisuke and sees a reflection of the same sick and disturbed feeling that Shinji is experiencing for himself. Kisuke works his jaw, like he's fighting for the right words, and he doesn't have any. “Who else?”
Sighing, Shinji hangs his head, rubs the back of his sore neck. “Does it matter?” he asks, and when he glances at Kisuke, the shopkeeper stares at him. “The list is gone anyway. I burned it. I didn't want ta know why some names were crossed and others weren't.”
“She--”
“She's gone,” Shinji interrupts flatly, and his finger nudges his full sake cup, but he doesn't drink it yet. “She's dead. That's all that matters.”
“Yeah,” Kisuke says in a dead tone. “That's all that matters.”
The shopkeeper's brow twitches as he snorts. “How could I forget?” Kisuke says snidely, taking a long sip of his own sake. “What about them?”
Shinji pushes his cup toward Kisuke, who obliges him by filling it. “I know you're up to date on Seireitei's current events.”
“And things here in the Living World, too, so if you're referring to the incidents, yes I know of them, and no, I can't say I'm surprised,” Kisuke says, and there's a dark bitterness in his voice. “Is that what you wanted? My opinion?”
Shaking his head, Shinji drinks his sake, relishes in the bite of it, and wishes they had something even stronger. Nothing has been able to chase away the sour truth. “No. I found somethin' and I'm thinkin' ya should know about it.”
Kisuke's eyes narrow. “What kind of something?”
“Somethin' like a list,” Shinji says, and his stomach does that twist-turn nausea thing again. His face contorts with disgust. “A list with my name on it. Yer name on it. Other names on it.”
A cold silence that sweeps the room. “A list,” Kisuke repeats flatly. “What kind of list?”
Shinji gulps down his sake and pushes his cup for more, no hesitation from Kisuke in filling it. “As near as I can figure, some kinda hit list.”
He looks at Kisuke and sees a reflection of the same sick and disturbed feeling that Shinji is experiencing for himself. Kisuke works his jaw, like he's fighting for the right words, and he doesn't have any. “Who else?”
Sighing, Shinji hangs his head, rubs the back of his sore neck. “Does it matter?” he asks, and when he glances at Kisuke, the shopkeeper stares at him. “The list is gone anyway. I burned it. I didn't want ta know why some names were crossed and others weren't.”
“She--”
“She's gone,” Shinji interrupts flatly, and his finger nudges his full sake cup, but he doesn't drink it yet. “She's dead. That's all that matters.”
“Yeah,” Kisuke says in a dead tone. “That's all that matters.”
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animelover1993 Prompt: EthanxJaiden, fluff/smut
Ethan and Jaiden are characters from my general fic Synesthesia. Warnings here for slash, smut, and some language. NSFW.
There's something simultaneously frightening and exhilarating about not being able to sense Jaiden's emotions. It makes everything that happens between them a guess. It means Ethan has to trust Jaiden's words and actions, that he can't know things just because he can hear Jaiden's feelings.
It makes Ethan feel normal again, like this is what life must be life for people who aren't Kinetic. As much as he enjoys that, it's also a little frightening. Because he can't tell what Jaiden's thinking half the time and he's worried he's going to completely fuck things up.
But it's also good because he can kiss Jaiden, and all he hears is silence, except for maybe the movie playing in the background and the sound of the AC kicking on. His ability is silent when he kisses Jaiden, so he doesn't have to worry about hearing something he doesn't want to hear. He can fully believe that Jaiden is kissing him because he wants to, and Jaiden is touching him because he wants to and not because he feels he has to.
Teeth nip at the back of Ethan's shoulder and he startles. “What was that for?” he demands, a question that trails off into a shiver as arms wrap around him from behind, and hands smooth down his abdomen, heading wonderfully south.
Jaiden chuckles in that mysterious way of his. “Pay attention,” he breathes against the back of Ethan's neck, and one hand cups Ethan's groin, fingers massaging expertly.
Ethan's breath hitches, and his head lolls back and to the side, laying on Jaiden's shoulder. “I am,” he insists, body surging as Jaiden works his hips, rocking them forward, pushing himself further into Ethan with each slow and steady thrust.
Jaiden's other hand moves up, cups Ethan's chin, turns his head to the side so that their lips can meet in a steamy kiss that makes Ethan shiver every time. Jaiden's tongue slides into his mouth, tasting of pasta sauce and garlic, from the spaghetti they had for dinner.
Ethan groans into the kiss, reaching behind him to tangle his fingers in Jaiden's dreads, getting a good grip on them. The other hand joins Jaiden's hand on his cock, trying to encourage a faster stroke. Jaiden impatiently nudges his hand away, a silent command to let him do it, and Ethan makes a noise in his throat, scrabbling for something to cling to.
His body feels made of fire, the good kind, and there's a marked silence in the part of his mind doomed to constantly hear someone else's soundtrack. He loves it. He writhes in it, or maybe he's just writhing to the feel of Jaiden's hands on his body, and Jaiden's cock inside him. Maybe it's all about being able to touch another person without getting bombarded by unpleasantness. Maybe it really is all about sex.
Ethan doesn't really care which. He just knows he wants it, likes it, and never wants to lose it. If Jaiden is a drug, then Ethan will gladly get addicted.
It makes Ethan feel normal again, like this is what life must be life for people who aren't Kinetic. As much as he enjoys that, it's also a little frightening. Because he can't tell what Jaiden's thinking half the time and he's worried he's going to completely fuck things up.
But it's also good because he can kiss Jaiden, and all he hears is silence, except for maybe the movie playing in the background and the sound of the AC kicking on. His ability is silent when he kisses Jaiden, so he doesn't have to worry about hearing something he doesn't want to hear. He can fully believe that Jaiden is kissing him because he wants to, and Jaiden is touching him because he wants to and not because he feels he has to.
Teeth nip at the back of Ethan's shoulder and he startles. “What was that for?” he demands, a question that trails off into a shiver as arms wrap around him from behind, and hands smooth down his abdomen, heading wonderfully south.
Jaiden chuckles in that mysterious way of his. “Pay attention,” he breathes against the back of Ethan's neck, and one hand cups Ethan's groin, fingers massaging expertly.
Ethan's breath hitches, and his head lolls back and to the side, laying on Jaiden's shoulder. “I am,” he insists, body surging as Jaiden works his hips, rocking them forward, pushing himself further into Ethan with each slow and steady thrust.
Jaiden's other hand moves up, cups Ethan's chin, turns his head to the side so that their lips can meet in a steamy kiss that makes Ethan shiver every time. Jaiden's tongue slides into his mouth, tasting of pasta sauce and garlic, from the spaghetti they had for dinner.
Ethan groans into the kiss, reaching behind him to tangle his fingers in Jaiden's dreads, getting a good grip on them. The other hand joins Jaiden's hand on his cock, trying to encourage a faster stroke. Jaiden impatiently nudges his hand away, a silent command to let him do it, and Ethan makes a noise in his throat, scrabbling for something to cling to.
His body feels made of fire, the good kind, and there's a marked silence in the part of his mind doomed to constantly hear someone else's soundtrack. He loves it. He writhes in it, or maybe he's just writhing to the feel of Jaiden's hands on his body, and Jaiden's cock inside him. Maybe it's all about being able to touch another person without getting bombarded by unpleasantness. Maybe it really is all about sex.
Ethan doesn't really care which. He just knows he wants it, likes it, and never wants to lose it. If Jaiden is a drug, then Ethan will gladly get addicted.
a/n: There are five more flash fics to come. I hope you enjoyed these three!
